20 minutes until I leave for Columbus!

I haven't been there since late May, which is surprisingly too long. I'm also just bored beyond reason at work, I'm neck-deep in my lame duck term at my internship and I can't get excited about doing research for my thesis because I'm much more excited about Donatos, my mom's cooking, Kara, Christian, my family, and Cookie. Scott just took the briefs for the amicus brief that we (he's) writing, so all of my tasks have been literally taken off of my plate. All that's left to do is to do is to invent reasons for me to write blog entries on the POGO blog (a B-list blog, according to this.)

Being a lame duck, it turns out, is not so different from having no job/internship at all. My same wall-crawling tendencies are perking up. Thank god I'm taking a J-term class, I think I would go nuts again. My bell jar is free time, so thank god for Science writing in January!

It's funny, I'm reviewing how Trevor and I did in our fantasy Congress league (blah blah blah, yes we're huge giant nerds, last night's midterm election was our super bowl), and I'm giving myself a hard time for where we were wrong as if this was something one could reasonably be right about.

I think one of my favorite moments of the night, other than the humiliation of Mike DeWine (maybe next you should vote against multiyear procurement of the F-22 when you say you're going to--granted, I'm probably the only person who really let this shove me over the edge), was reacting to CNN's proclaimations. Trevor, using his Rhode Island conventional wisdom, assured me that Chaffee was going to win (obviously didn't, which isn't great for the Senate, but it's great for our league!), so when CNN called it for Whitehouse, I called him immediately and before I could even squeak "wait nooo!" he assured me "They're wrong. They're wrong, I don't know what they're doing."

Bu-bye Taft, bu-bye Blackwell, though who knows what the Rolling Stone political section is going to write about now.